Mouth Write a Check

PROJECT PAT (AND 1 MORE)
 Don't let your mouth write a check that that ass can't cash
 Don't let that finger pull the trigger and that ass get blast
 Don't let them niggas pump your nuts and now you thinking you bad
 Don't let me run up on yo ass and you end up in the past
 I know this nigga and he always be talking that bullshit
 But little do he know he gon suffer a wig split
 Like fucking with the realest the illest will fucking kill him
 A straight up headbuster and also a real nigga
 There's gon be consequences so niggas just run in here
 I'm unloading the tone and popping an extra clip
 A bitch nigga talking is something I can't stand
 Or every last will pick up the mess that's gonna land
 The I.V.'s in his arm the bullets up in his chest
 His shop about to close he shoulda had on a vest
 Don't fuck with me nigga that's something I have to stress
 Keep talking shit boy your gonna end up with one less
 I'm out the Bay nigga that's something you gonna respect
 And stay out of my business before you feel the Tech
 Don't give a shit bout you I treat you like my hoe
 Gon wake up one night and I'm kicking up in your door hoe
 When I buck em, touch em, fuck em, now you clutching laying down
 Got you ducking muthafucker, turn that smile to a frown
 I will pop em, drop em, bullets launching, resting all up in your chest
 I'm guessing letting bullets wet ya
 Shoulda been drenched down in vest hoe that's fasho
 I'm most definitely bringing pain to you niggas
 Like some bitches when I step up in this thang
 All you niggas do is gossip like some lil' hoes
 You might as well go down to the Shake Junt and slide down poles
 Now you running while I'm gunning
 Stomping hoping to get close to some shelter
 Better catch up with some polices, hope that they can help ya
 Help to? you just better get some younger quick and fast
 I'm holding the match and your body's drenching down with gas
 Got the tone to ya head yo life flashing right front your eyes
 Blow yo ass off??????????
 Me and Project Pat toting gats we do this for sport
 Have you made lights, camera, action on the news report
 Now fuck this goddamn talking
 Make you bitches bring the pain
 Catch yo hoe ass walking stick a tone to ya brain
 You insane if ya think I'ma still let ya breathe
 I got Anna on my chest with some tricks up my sleeve
 I'ma blast on ya hoe give a damn who was looking
 Blow the top off your skull then your life has been tooken
 You was cooking up a scheme tryna put me in the beam
 But the jokes on you jack slapped his ass with the gat
 Beat 'em down to the pavement squealing like a pig
 My nigga I don't save 'em beat em like a bitch
 Ain't nobody tryna help ya, what they finna do
 Hollow lead's gonna melt up, you and your crew
 Superman stick your chest out
 And watch this 38 slug blow your back out
 Bout to bust on you boys shoot you till you dead
 I love playing with them toys pocket full of lead